Volume 1 Chapter 45 I'm Scared!

"Jiang Buyue, let's make up! I feel so awful right now!"
There was a hint of pleading in Li Shishi's tone.
Jiang Buyue asked, "Do you like me then?"
"I... I think I like you just a tiny bit right now."
"Well, I don't like you at all anymore!"
"Jiang Buyue, what on earth do you want? Tell me, is it because of Bai Ruixue?! What kind of relationship do you two have anyway?" Li Shishi shouted loudly.
"What does that have to do with you?"
"Jiang Buyue, you and Bai Ruixue are impossible. You two are simply not from the same world. She is going to apply to a top university, and what about you? You guys are completely impossible!"
"I already said that thi..."

Jiang Qiushui remained silent, seemingly a bit jealous, and also hopped onto the Dharma artifact, though this time, a slightly greater distance separated the two.

Just then, Steve's phone buzzed. He took it out to find a text message reading: *She passed away in her sleep.*

At that moment, he was seated in the first-class cabin of a flight from Los Angeles to Miami, Florida. When he turned to look at the other passengers in the first-class cabin, he discovered that all of them had uniformly fallen asleep.

Liu Yu took in everyone's performance at a glance; only Yan Hongyu and Li Butong possessed superior-grade spiritual artifacts, placing their cultivation far above the other cultivators.

Hori Miona stroked the necklace hanging over her chest—a Christmas gift from Sato Junichi. The tactile sensation at her fingertips warmed her heart, yet her lips were now pursed high in a pout.

Of course, Qi Mingxi understood this logic entirely, but when standing beneath the lemon tree every day, how could one not turn into a sour lemon?

Aside from Mu Sijue and his companions, no outsiders had been invited to today's royal banquet. Among the royals attending, aside from the Crown Prince, Queen Kameying and the Fourteenth Prince, Sunset Hero, were also invited guests.

At this moment, they were staring at the two dozen or so fresh, living human corpses before them. Those two bloodshot pairs of eyes occasionally darted around within their sockets as if contemplating something unknown.

Dismissing the thought, Liu Yu walked straight into the sect's main hall, completely ignoring the low-ranking disciples bowing in greeting.

If one were to use Baidu's artificial idiot, it couldn't possibly be called an intelligent robot; rather, it was a retarded robot.

Upon hearing this, the black bear instantly wilted, lowering its head with a deep sigh while wiping away the cold sweat that kept beading on its forehead.

The two men discarded their long swords, grabbed the iron chains dragging on the ground, and ran back. The two bears were dragged along, leaving two deep gouges in the earth. After running a dozen meters or so, fourteen or fifteen bears suddenly pounced out from behind the first row of granaries.

Chu Yan's words left Yuan Shuang greatly startled. What did he mean by that? Yuan Shuang couldn't help but overthink the situation; could it be that he had already made up his mind and she could no longer hesitate?

Ordinarily, others would easily spot *that thing*. True to custom, someone fighting alone like her should have long since been dragged away by "excessive things" accompanied by the sound of "crunch, crunch" chewing.

Right now, the setting sun hung at the edge of the sky, dyeing the surrounding clouds a brilliant red. Night would likely fall before long.

Pushing open the front door, a hazy voice drifted over: "Alcohol, I want alcohol." Ma Zitian was sprawled across the sofa.

Though brimming with smug triumph, Zhuang Sixian maintained his composure and elevated Zhuang Mingju with polished manners. Yet his words lacked an ounce of sincerity, dripping instead with endless, biting sarcasm.

Aside from Pei Yuhuan, who complained that the dishes lacked numbing spice, and Gu Liang and Liang Shimeng, who managed a few bites of food before downing most of a large glass of water and making an excuse to leave the table, the atmosphere was quite pleasant.

*Slap!* Two palms struck each other solidly. The middle-aged man launched a sudden palm strike, but lacking the power of the Purple Emperor, he was pressed down to the ground by him.

Wei Nanjiao used Erhei to threaten me, yet strangely enough, I calmed down entirely at that very moment.

"I won't go in. See you next time." Naruto smiled faintly and turned to walk away.

Later, Kaji stole another miniature Adam embryo and brought it to Gendo as payment. Thus, as one of the mastermind bosses, Gendo actually came to control two Adam embryos.

Therefore, the situation before them was this: either they found a way out, or everyone would die of thirst before they could starve.

Yet how was he to know that not only had he lost track of all seven children, but just the span of a single cup of tea ago, he had also dropped Nalan Luo onto the ground.

This fellow had snatched away Lady Yoruichi, causing her to no longer be so gentle and caring toward him alone. Her beloved had been stolen, and she truly harbored deep resentment toward Naruto as the culprit behind it.

At this point, Chen Weijie withdrew both hands and once again caressed the towering breasts of his fairy-like junior sister, looking left and right with an expression of smug triumph.

Had Tantai Fengyi not blundered forward blindly without any way to retreat or stop, he would have considered his own thoughts utterly absurd.

These people and beasts' actions actually sparked a bit of goodwill in Sun Fengzhao; at least they hadn't rolled their eyes too excessively at these heavyweight figures. Sun Fengzhao cast a few extra glances at the bearded financial backer sitting securely in the fishing boat, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind.

However, Lee Cho called Hyomin, but no one answered—she was probably still running her scheduled promotional activities. Lee Cho simply put away his phone, started his father's car, and headed home. Since they wouldn't be finished anytime soon, he might as well go home and chat with Kim Yeonhee; it had been quite a long time since he last saw his mother.

"Nixarese, do you have a way to save her?" Su Mubai thought in pleasant surprise within his mind.

Such consumption was genuinely headache-inducing. If not for the financial backing of Ximen Ao, Ximen Zhuixue truly wouldn't have been able to afford it.

Le Caiwei lifted the incense burner, extinguished the half-burnt stick of incense, and opened all the doors and windows to air out and disperse the lingering fragrance.

Indeed, there truly were no broad-minded men in this world; he was jealous of his own younger brothers to such a degree that, knowing full well how exhausted she was, he still climbed up to bully her.

"Haha, Ximen Zhuixue, you're dead this time. Who told you to meddle in other people's business?" Bai Shang laughed heartily. This jade-horned python had been raised by his father. Handing it to him this time was specifically meant to deal with Ximen Zhuixue, and now it proved to be remarkably effective.

Indeed, among the few of them, only Yun Wu lacked martial arts skills. Still, taking a gamble was better than running around like a pack of flustered wolves.

Spotting his chance, Ximen Zhuixue grabbed a rock on the cliff face and finally halted his descent.

Ignoring Siyu Qing, Ximen Zhuixue walked straight into his own room. Calculating the time, there was only about a month left until the opening of the Saint Origin Void Realm. To gain something from it, he had to elevate his strength to remain competitive.

A trace of guilt welled up inside her, prompting her to slow her pace, hoping that when Qi遥 caught up to her side, she could offer an apology. Yet whenever she slowed down, Qi遥 slowed down as well, remaining steadily behind her without stepping forward.

A-Jiu nodded inwardly. Even a general's estate guarded as securely as an iron fortress might still have flaws, and the opportunity to escape often required merely the right timing—and at present, at least they had the chance to seek out that timing.

Very few people dropped by Miao Cuiying's place for a visit, and the voice sounded rather unfamiliar, not like someone from the village.

His impression of Ren Jiu wasn't bad, but the man always gave him an inscrutable feeling, inevitably arousing vigilance.

After the match concluded yesterday, he had already bid farewell to Xuan Ming; he had fulfilled the promise between them. He originally wanted to say goodbye to Nie Li, Mu Qing'er, and the others, but upon second thought, he decided against it. He didn't want to burden himself with extra attachments that would only cause him greater anguish.